'The stuff that dreams are made on'.. Shakespeare.The Tempest . Did you ever stop to think what it was that got you up in the morning? That thing that forced the first probing toe out from the security of the cosy duvet and bravely ventured onto the long shag rug? Sometimes, it’s difficult to decipher or even remember when it all started and what your motives were in the very beginning, what sparked the actions for what you’ve taken on in life and your emigration to a new world. For average folk, a yearning for new beginnings and dreams of a simple, more relaxing life emerges out of your daily habits . Habits, which are forced upon you under the guise of necessity or offered up as a collective ‘normality’ .. those things we all do to make a life,a living and meet somehow, the invisible benchmark of accomplishment !! Yet, whilst you sit in your hire purchase car, in static motorway traffic .. everyday .. everyday.. a small voice from the very depths of your ongoing discomfort w...